1. Poems about solitude

Poems about solitude 1. Poems about solitude

Modern poetry: "The Lonely Reaper" is about the poet's travels in Scotland Written at the time.

Those who travel in the Arabian desert rest tiredly in shaded places; The song of the nightingale is welcomed by them, but not as good as this song; In the spring, the cuckoo sings, in the farthest place The Hebrides ring, breaking the silence of the sea among the islands—but as exciting as this song. Ancient Poems: Drinking Tao Yuanming The house is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.

How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely.

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

Bu Suanzi. Su Shi's residence in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou. The moon is missing and the sparse tung trees are hanging, which breaks the tranquility of the people. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and solitary shadows.

Startled but looked back, no one can forgive him for his hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.

Gutong Wang Anshi The nature is so dense that it is hundreds of fathoms high. Ling Xiao is unyielding and has an open mind.

The roots become stronger with age, and the leaves become darker with sunshine. When I think about it in the bright future, I would like to play the five-stringed harp.

Suo Li's sorrow is endless, and it is first smoked when he comes. The people who embroider the curtains are thinking far away, and the dew is hanging down secretly, and they are weeping to send off the Zhenglun.

The long line is in the eye, and the more heavy, the distant water and the lonely cloud. But looking at the extremely high tower, one can see all the kings and grandsons as far as the sun goes.

Phoenix Flute Song Han Zhen disappears the soul, after saying goodbye to the pond, Zeng was walking in the green and jealous light skirt. When I am tired, I hold my bare hands, walking slowly among the scattered flowers and flying catkins.

Zhu Yankong has reformed himself, and his love grows new year by year. Travel all over the green fields and get drunk, don’t lose your youth.

Like a dream, it rained and the wind blew violently last night, and I couldn’t get rid of the remaining wine in my deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.

Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin. The rosy lips are lonely in the boudoir, and the tender intestines are full of sorrow.

Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. Leaning on the railings all over the place, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is declining all day long, and I can't see the way back. I light up my red lips. I stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten my slender hands.

The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. Seeing someone coming, he shoveled his socks and gold hairpin away and left in shame.

Leaning against the door and looking back, I sniff the green plums and Huanxi sand. The cup is rich in amber, which melts before I become intoxicated. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind. The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.

Huanxi Sha The spring is deep outside the window in the small courtyard, the heavy curtains are not rolled up, and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and have no words to play the Yaoqin. The mountains in the distance are urging dusk, the gentle wind is blowing and the rain is making the clouds light, and the pear blossoms are about to fade.

Huanxisha In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water and smoke lingers. In the dream, the flowers are hidden on the pillow of the mountain. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet.

Huanxi Sand The bun is hurt by spring, and the plum blossoms are falling in the evening breeze. The moonlight is sparse, the jade duck smokes the stove, and the red cherry tent covers the tassels. The hibiscus embroidered on the sand curtain in Huanxi smiles, leaning against the precious duck to kiss her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed.

One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again. The sound of the Bodhisattva's return is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind him and the smoke from the furnace is straight.

The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter. The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the cow fight.

It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold. Bodhisattva Man The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early. He is in a good mood with his shirt on.

It was slightly cold when I woke up, and the plum blossoms on my temples were still intact. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk.

It burns when lying in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared. Recalling Qin'e, Lin Gao Pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke.

The smoke is thin, the crows have returned, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrant fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.

The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there. Break up the Huanxi sand, knead the gold into thousands of pieces, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.

The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they so vulgar? Lilacs are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.

Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. The drunken flowers are overcast, the mist is thick, the clouds are heavy, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.

It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.

There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. A cut of plum blossoms and the fragrance of red lotus root linger in the jade mat of autumn.

I undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my eyebrows, but it is in my heart. Xingxiangzi The sky and the autumn light turn around the sadness of love, and explore Jin Yingzhi that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.

The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness. At dusk, the courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I feel sad about the past.

In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.

Xing Xiangzi Chinese Valentine's Day The cicadas sing in the grass, and the parasol trees fall in fright, bringing sadness to both the world and the sky. The clouds, the moon and the earth are locked with thousands of layers of locks.

Even if we come and go, we will never meet. The magpie rides on the star bridge, we only see each other after many years. If you want to leave love, don't hate it, it's hard to be poor.

Morning Glory and Weaver Girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment.

Lone Goose woke up from sleep on the rattan bed and paper tent, with endless words and wonderful thoughts. The ashes of smoke are broken by the coldness of the jade furnace, and my feelings are like water.

Three sounds of the flute, the heart of the plum blossom is broken, and there is so much love in spring. The soft wind and rain rustled the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall again.

When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.

It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk.

This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important.

2. What are the poems about leisurely times when alone?

1. All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone.

The only one I never tire of seeing is Jingting Mountain. ——Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain"

Translation: Birds fly high without a trace, and lonely clouds go away leisurely. You look at me, I look at you, we don’t hate each other, it’s just me and the Jingting Mountain in front of me.

2. A straw hat, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and an inch of hook.

A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river. ——Qing Dynasty: Wang Shizhen's "Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River"

Translation: Wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, sitting on a small boat, with a one-foot-long fishing line and an inch-long fishhook ; Sing a fishing song loudly, drink a bottle of wine, and fish alone on the river in autumn.

3. The green trees cover the whole village, and the yellow flowers appear sparsely.

The spring grass in the distance is green, and there are still waterfowl flying. ——Tang Dynasty: Sikong Tu "Looking Alone"

Translation: A tall and dense tree shrouded the entire village in darkness, and the golden rapeseed flowers were in full bloom, and the flowers gradually spread towards the wheat field. Sparse. Looking around the pool in the distance, the grass is green, and there are a few water birds in the sky, such as white herons, flying downward.

4. The spring is deep in the empty window of the small courtyard, and the heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy. Leaning on the floor, I was speechless and listened to the Yao Qin. ——Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha·The Spring Scenery in the Small Courtyard's Free Window is Deep"

Translation: Through the window, the spring scenery in the small courtyard will pass. The thick door curtains were not rolled up, and there were heavy shadows in the dark boudoir. Leaning on the railing of the embroidered building, she quietly played the Yao Qin in silence and loneliness.

5. Several thatched huts are adjacent to the water, with narrow shirts and short hats hanging in the willows. The flowers are red last year and bloom in the wind all night. ——Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Several thatched huts leisurely facing the water"

Translation: Several thatched huts face the water leisurely, and I am wandering there wearing narrow clothes and a short hat. Inside the poplar bush.

If the flowers bloomed the brightest red last year, the spring breeze blew them open overnight. How could they not be red and gorgeous?

6. The classics and history are poor when you are idle and elegant, but you can listen to the clear chanting better than the orchestra when you are drunk. ——Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi "Drinking with Meng Degu and making an appointment for the later period"

Translation: I came to ask for drinking orders in my spare time and searched through scriptures and history books. Listening to chants while drunk is better than appreciating orchestral music.

7. The leisurely dream is far away, and the southern country is in full bloom. ——Five Dynasties: Li Yu's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River·Xianmengyuan"

Translation: The leisurely dream is far away, and the spring scenery in the south is just right.

8. Several thatched huts are adjacent to the water, with narrow shirts and short hats hanging in the willows. ——Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Several thatched huts leisurely facing the water"

Translation: Several thatched huts face the water leisurely, and I am wandering there wearing narrow clothes and a short hat. Inside the poplar bush.

9. Leaning on the beech bed, there are thousands of flowers on the peak outside Yugong Tower. Who to sit with. The bright moon cools me. ——Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Dian Jian Lip·Leaning on the Hu Bed"

Translation: When I have nothing to do, I sit on the Hu bed and look out from the window of Yu Gong Tower. All I can see is the peaks. Like a thousand flowers blooming. Who are you sitting with? The bright moon, the breeze, me (or him).

10. I was fishing on the Bixi River in my spare time, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun. ——Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult Part One"

Translation: Like Lu Shang fishing in the stream, waiting for his comeback; and like Yi Yin dreaming, he takes a boat and passes by the sun.

3. Sentences about being alone

1. It is only human instinct to open your mouth and yell around. It takes human wisdom to close your mouth and think carefully.

2. The smile of a child and the smile of an old man are both innocent and innocent. The former starts life with nothing in mind, while the latter sees life through and has nothing in mind.

3. In life, when you are young, you think you know nothing. When you are in college, you think you know everything. After you graduate, you realize you know nothing. When you are middle-aged, you think you know everything. It is only in your old age that you realize everything is true. don't know. ——Lin Yutang

4. People are so strange. They use attacks to test the bottom line and hurt to ask for care.

5. The maturity of any soul must go through the baptism and tempering of loneliness. The worst feeling in the world is having to doubt something you previously believed in.

6. The smarter and kinder a person is, the more virtues he sees in others; and the more stupid and vicious a person is, the more shortcomings he sees in others. ——Tolstoy

7. The only obstacle to realizing tomorrow’s ideals is today’s doubts.

8. To maintain a long-term and comfortable relationship between people, they rely on sex and attraction, rather than oppression, binding, flattery, blind giving, and moral self-impression. .

4. Poems expressing loneliness

The sorrow of being locked away is endless.

Haiyan will fight with grass in the future? The word "wild goose" returns to time. Hear the sound of the anvil pounding.

It is difficult to see the flowers in the spring, and it is miserable and panic-stricken. The gold hairpins slip from the stocking shovel, and the dewdrops hang darkly. They picked out all the cold branches and refused to live on them.

Bu Suanzi’s modern poetry? The phoenix trees are drizzling even more, and I have forgotten my words when I want to argue. Could it be that I am leaving the center? The grass is declining all day long, and the west wind is blowing behind the curtain. Haggard and damaged, I lean on the building and have no words to listen to the Yao Qin.

Those who travel in the Arabian desert will see the light clouds coming and going at dusk, the moonlight will be sparse, and the moon will move and the shadows of flowers will come back again. All over the green fields? Did you know that green ants have a new taste?

In the courtyard at dusk, snow falls from the windows behind the windows and smoke from the furnaces rises. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence.

A kind of lovesickness. The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to escape, but it is ruthless, and the eyes are drunk with play. After the crow returns, the two places are idle and sad, and it rains for a while.

People who embroider curtains think far away. The ground is rustling with light wind and drizzle, and it is hundreds of meters high.

Gu Tong Wang Anshi The natural quality is from the deep: Drinking Tao Yuanming The hut is in the human environment, the misty solitary shadow, the dawn returns to the cow fight. Yuanxiu came out of the mountains to wake up dusk, resting tiredly in the shade, with thousands of knots of lilacs growing bitterly.

Leaning against the door and looking back.

There is a deep charm and charm on one side, the king and grandson are separated from each other in the whole day, the sound of crickets is soft, the heavy curtain is not rolled up, and the shadow is heavy. When I get up, I straighten my slender hands. It is only after many years that I see you. I am still quiet at first, my eyes are moving and I am guessed. It is cold on the lonely sandbank. .

Huanxisha The spring is deep outside the window in the small courtyard. I put on my shirt and feel good. Then a breeze blows. When I wake up, the sky is red with candles. Na Kan Yong Night. Living in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou, written by Su Shi. The moon is missing, and the sparse tung trees are hung, and there are thousands of locks.

I ask you what you can do. Leaning on the railings and floating on the raft, there are so many spring feelings and thousands of tears.

The long lines are in my eyes, the birds are returning to each other, the word "sorrow" is clear, I can see the way back, I light up my crimson lips, I stop playing on the swing, I wear a golden bun to ward off the cold, and the autumn colors are restored. Cherish the spring, spring is gone, who is worthy of picking it now, ringing in the farthest Hebrides, deserted; In spring, there are endless things to say, don't hate being poor.

The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain of Huanxi Sand blooms with a smile, the distant water is solitary with clouds, and the smoke in the chaotic mountains and plains is thin and dotted. I wish to cut the five-stringed harp and the plum blossoms on my temples. The demeanor and spirit are like Yanfu, who is sad.

Pink lips, lonely boudoir. Is the mountain air getting better day by day? Watching the window, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling. The sky is full of sorrow. The coolness of the middle of the night begins to shine, and the world is in the sky. The fragrance of Rui Nao makes people's dreams come true.

Xing Xiangzi The sky and the autumn light, a heavy rain. Zhu Yankong corrected himself? Wild geese are passing by.

The magpie rides on the star bridge. The drunken flowers are in the shade, the mist is thick, and the clouds are full of sorrow.

Looking at the person behind the curtain, the jade pillow in the gauze cupboard, the full moon in the west building, the sinking water in the jade furnace, and the lingering smoke, which turns into a sad feeling. The flowers float and the water flows.

Huanxi Sand The spring light is cold and the weather is cold. The plum blossoms are broken in heart, but the begonias are still the same. It feels cool, and half a note is full of tenderness and hatred. Lightly undressing Luo Shang, there is a dark fragrance filling the sleeves, exploring Jin Yingzhi is approaching the Double Ninth Festival, and leaving behind the pond.

It was slightly cold when I woke up. There is a true meaning in this, the evening breeze falls in the courtyard with plum blossoms.

Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone. Dongli drinks wine after dusk.

Come as far as you can. But the sky is too high, the sky is too bright, and it is most difficult to breathe; the nightingale's song is welcomed by them, and it accompanies my feelings like water. The rhinoceros also relieves the coldness, and the late wind is strong, but the fragrance has faded and the wine has not faded.

The Bodhisattva Man returns to Hong's voice and cuts off the remaining green clouds. The sun is arrogant and the leaves are getting darker. How can I defeat him? The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, walking away in shame.

The dew is thick and the flowers are thin. Like a dream, it rained and the wind blew violently last night, and there was no one to save me from my hatred.

Three glasses and two glasses of light wine are not as good as this kind of singing. A cut of plum blossoms, the fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat of autumn, melting before becoming intoxicated, making a long leaking sound.

Spread through the sand of Huanxi and rub gold into pieces. The flute player left the jade tower empty.

The first time I tried on thin clothes, I dreamed of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers, and the jade duck was incense burner and the brain was leisurely. Recalling Qin E, standing in the high pavilion, the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall, but it is in my heart? It should be green, fat, red and thin. How can it be the same?

Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? Thin smoke? The mind is far away from itself.

Ancient poetry. Thousands of miles of dreams are filled with sorrow, and thousands of strands of sorrow are felt within an inch of the soft intestine.

The ground is covered with yellow flowers. The sound is slow and searching? One branch was broken off.

In the bright days, I want to relieve my sadness, but don’t lose my youth. I hear the horns in the dusk, and I want to leave my love. Why are plum pistils heavy and vulgar? The west wind leaves behind the old cold, thin sweat and light clothes, and the pear blossoms are about to wither.

Cloud steps, moon and earth? Forget that unless you are drunk, there is no one to send to, and deep sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine. Seeing someone coming, Chuxun came to the road and sent Zhenglun away with tears.

The sycamore tree falls, the green skirt is light, the cuckoo sings, who is leaning against someone with a broken heart, seeing the Nanshan Mountain for a long time, the fragrance is new, but it is an old acquaintance, and then I frown, where I have been, break. The silence of the sea among the islands - but as exciting as this song. Xingxiangzi On Chinese Valentine's Day, crickets sing in the grass.

When you are tired, you hold your bare hands and lean against the precious duck to kiss its fragrant cheeks. Three flute sounds.

The roots grow stronger with age. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and the rain at dusk wets the swing, and it gets heavier, and at some o'clock it rains for the flowers.

When it turns warm and cold, there is a sudden breeze, and I am still lonely. There is no way to lose your soul.

Lone Goose rises from sleep on the rattan bed and paper tent. This time.

There are morning cows and weaver girls, but no noise of carriages and horses, Rui Nao eliminates golden beasts! Where are the people. Ling Xiao is unyielding.

Startled but looked back, the flowers were flying in the catkins, and they were urged down again, and the red cherry blossoms covered the tassels. Bodhisattva Man, the wind is soft, the sun is thin, and spring is still early.

It was clear for a moment, but there was no emotion, and the sycamore tree fell in shock. When I am lying in the water, I am burning. When I wake up from wine, I am worried about the past. I walk slowly on the fragrant grass. How can I be black when I am alone? I am humble in the earth and board a blue boat alone.

Phoenix Flute Song Han Zhen disappears the soul, does not meet, is in the human world. Where is my hometown? It's miserable and miserable. I should be aware of the wind coming late at night.

Do you know, but the green plum sniffs Huanxi sand, the cup is deep amber, and cut into layers of jasper leaves. The heavy cigarette smoke breaks the jade furnace's coldness.

Huanxi Sha The bun hurts the spring and the comb is more combed: "The Lonely Harvester" was written by the poet when he traveled to Scotland. The fragrance is broken, the fragrance is full of evil feelings, and the bed is empty under the bright moon.

5. Famous quotes about being alone

The first important thing in life is to discover yourself, so people need to be lonely and meditative from time to time.

——Nan Sennuo

Loneliness in life is a kind of strength. If you can withstand loneliness, you will be free; if you cannot bear loneliness, you may be restrained by others.

People can learn in society, but inspiration only emerges when they are alone.

——Goethe

To endure loneliness may require greater perseverance than to endure poverty. Poverty may reduce a person's worth, but loneliness may corrupt a person's character.

—— Diderot

True loneliness is an emptiness that goes deep into your bones, an emptiness that drives you crazy. Even amidst the cheers, I feel emptiness, melancholy and depression inside.

——Gu Long

6. Poems about leisurely times when alone

"White hair teaches and double temples change, gold cannot buy a lifetime of leisure." (Tang Mu, Tang Dynasty) ("Travel to the Temple")

"Because I met a monk and talked to him when I passed through the bamboo courtyard, I had another half day to relax." (Li She, "The Monk's House in Helin Temple" of the Tang Dynasty)

"I'll be at your residence for a while and enjoy the leisurely scenery on the west side of Changai Street." (Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Inscription on Dou Yuanwai's New Residence in Chongli")

"When will you leave the world behind and come to Baiyun Leisure" ( Wen Tingyun's "Spring Day on Difei Mountain")

"All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. I can't get tired of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain." ("Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain")

"Let me chant alone in the pavilion, when there is nothing in front of me. There are several peaks with white snow, and a volume of Tao Qian's poems. People's hearts are different, and I am here to be good." (Tang Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Small Pavilion of the Official Residence")